Salt Spring Island

Thumbing our way through the island, trying to find some peace.

We found solitude and friendly people who were happy to drive us along.

...and there were blackberries everywhere...and there was peace everywhere.

From local market goat cheese to evening sips of salt spring wine overlooking the pacific, it resolved clearly the need for solitude.



Happy Days.

Breakfast by the ocean...

The Quad-fecta: salt spring island wine, blackberries and goat cheese ( I presume this one was chili pepper cheese)

ECLIPSE PARTY! This was actually after our trip, on the way home. We landed in Chilliwack on the night of the eclipse and sat down to an authentic west coast party - albeit a subtle and less numerous party as would be expected. Smoked salmon (not Coho salmon, though), garlic goat cheese and wine. What a way to celebrate the shadowing of our moon - local foods in the middle of the mountains. I awoke at 3:00am to go outside and watch the eclipse, but I was destined to failure because of the clouds. I sat out, in the misty chill of a late summer mountainous evening and gazed dearly at the dusty moon over the silhouette of the craggy peaks. I saw only an orange gauzy blotch in the sky - knowing what it actually was made it all worth the while, but it still would have been wonderful to witness it in completion. Next time...

Mom - Elvis lives in the BC interior. Or at least his image does!

Crystal walking, nearing the end of our 4 hour hike from Ganges to Fulford (along the way there were two wine tours to be had, so the time definitely slowed after testing the flavours of the salt spring soil).

Us, actually on the way south (these are so out of order...) with a camera timer set to long shutter speed. I could have suggested that our angles were watching over us, but then I would have so much evidence suggesting otherwise that ... listening up, christians and islamics alike...I would have to conclude that it was a trick of the camera.

Blackberries in excess, to the point that we would succumb to satiety without even working beyond one bush. So many berries, so little time.

View, obviously. The liquid stuff is water, belonging to the Pacific Ocean. The rigid stuff is land, islands in fact, belonging to the gulf island group. And the love in the air was from me. Obviously.

Yes, we made it to Salt Spring. In the frightening heat, we began our exploration alongside berry bushes and artisan workshops.